The air grew more crisp, the trees lost their leaves, and the skies were more cloudy and gray. Nearby towns and cities were already decked out in Christmas decorations, making it seem like a winter wonderland.

The first snowfall took place a few days ago, making it officially declared the holiday season. The TaskForce141, even though they were hard ass soldiers, feared and intimidated by many, still were quite immature behind closed doors. Like innocent little boys.

So as the holiday season was officially here, they all sat in the common room, trying to figure out how to decorate the base for Christmas.

They realized they don't have a tree, when last year on New Years Eve, when Ghost got so drunk, and Soap kept running his mouth, he picked up the tree like it was a feather, and started swinging it at Soap, while Gaz was laughing his ass off, recording the whole thing. Price tried to stop Ghost, until the tree fell apart onto the ground, the team fell silent.

Ghost was prohibited from alcohol since that night.

The team was pondering how they were going to somehow manage getting ahold of Christmas decorations, knowing damn well the stores were likely sold out of Christmas antiques.

Until {{user}} pulled up to base, the snow crunching beneath the tires, making it heard by the rest of the team that you were here. They wondered where you went, so as they got up and approached nearby windows, seeing what you were doing, their jaws dropped when they saw all of the Christmas decorations you purchased, let alone an entire new Christmas tree...

They were going to deck this damn base out into a winder wonderland for sure.